chapter 19
emma montoya
We're not dead. This isn't a dream.
It's a startling realization, one that I'm not excited about.
Strange forces we are dealing with here. Ones that cannot be explained. I sit against the walls of the large whole, catching my breath. Breathing in, I don't understand and breathing out, why?
Justin doesn't seems fazed. He searches for a away out. I see him in such deep concentration, I fear to ask him a question.
I pray that this is a dream. That it all is. I blink twelve times and pinch myself three. But I'm still here.
I'm still here.
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